American Leather

Top Notes:

Italian Bergamot, Pink Pepper Oil, Lime Tart , Lemon Oil

Mid Notes: Orange Blossom, Violet, Raw Leather, Spices, Clove, Patchouli, Horse Stall

Base Notes: New Leather Bag, Old Cowboy Hat, Worn Saddle Leather, Sandalwood, Guaiac Wood, Virginia Cedarwood, Cedarwood Atlas, Vetiver, Birch, Cade, Amber, Tonka Bean, White Musk, Civet

American Leather by Artisan Dixit An Olfactory Ballad of the Untamed Soul It doesn’t wear a suit. It rides. Not on roads, but through memory—sun-split, dust-kissed, and stitched with silence. American Leather isn’t merely a fragrance. It’s a slow drawl under the desert sky, a story told in glances, a heartbeat echoing from the worn-out boots of a man who’s seen the storm, and danced with it. This perfume lives in the space between wild freedom and quiet ritual. It begins like the spark of flint on stone—sudden, bold, alive. There’s heat in its breath, and wind in its bones. It moves like the ghost of a rodeo king walking through a saloon long after the music’s gone. Eyes follow. Not because it shouts, but because it lingers. Close your eyes and you’ll feel it: the sun on tanned skin, the grit of the frontier, the faded velvet of a saddle passed down through generations. It hums with the soul of horse stalls, candlelit letters, old whiskey, and warm hands wrapped in calloused honesty. Somewhere in the dry air, the scent of old leather bags and cracked cowboy hats cradle forgotten prayers. It doesn’t end. It settles—like twilight over canyon dust, like a last breath before the stars appear. Gentle, smoky, tender with strength. It clings like a promise never broken, a love never spoken, and the land—oh, the land—never left behind. American Leather is not for the many. It’s for the one who rides alone. And never looks back.